This is a song about "Snoop dog milf weed"

Satin to the silks, i'm icy when it's sunny

Snoop dogg and eazy-e, weed and brass monkey,

And i listen to thought

And control this shit yourself dog.

So i told her i got something you've been waiting for

On the ceiling after a boob shoot of the milf of my pastor

Miss couldn't get them jimmy choos cause tuition is due

Even snoop dogg would be ashame to call you nephew

Racking paper, i'm tracking money dog/

Came from the bottom, aiming for the top

Im still the slum dog, millionaire

I'm just sellin' my thoughts there

Get a glass and put chris on, yea

Every dog has it's day

Cause i can always see the farthest stars when i'm on you

Like snoop dogg said it, oh shit, there are cops in the do’,